You can call her June

But she wasn`t born that month

And the things I would have song for her,

would have been about all I wanted



Nobody knows

Why she was left alone

Nobody knows, anything at all

Anything about June...



Oh June, who would sleep through all of November

And some things growing in my windowsill,

were there to make me remember..



Nobody knows, what she could have been

Nobody knows....anything

Anything about June



Oh June

Who I know disappeard in me

And the things you`ll hear in a lifetime

Is nothing...nothing she would say



Nobody knows......